The headlines and stories surrounding Lady Gaga’s latest effort have read: “New Lady Gaga Artpop film fails to shock despite featuring blood, nudity…” “…it was revealed that Interscope, Lady Gaga’s label, has spent $25 million dollars to promote her flop album ‘ARTPOP,’ which is set to sell around 250 thousand copies in its first week — that’s a 75 percent drop from the first week album sales of ‘Born This Way’ only two years ago.” “… plenty of Lady Gaga’s little monsters prostituted themselves online, offering gay sex for people who buy at least 30 copies of ‘ARTPOP.’”
What’s most distressing about the recent collective yawn from the American entertainment viewing public concerning the latest antics of Lady Gaga and her desperate attempts to promote the lackluster album “ARTPOP” is that she longer shocks anyone. For instance, at the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards, she opened the show, almost completely naked, but, the next day, her shameless display was completely overshadowed by the more lurid and crude twerking performed by the younger Miley Cyrus. Like Madonna before her, whose once scandalous performances and videos now seem practically kid-friendly, Gaga has had to continually lower the pornographic bar in order to remain relevant. In a very real way, all these women have fatally ruined their careers by repeatedly turning to porn for inspiration. For, every successive act, even their own, has to become more sensational and explicit in order to arouse the bored attention of the masses. Even Miley Cyrus will soon notice the spotlight moving away from her as she can only employ so long the bizarre pedophilic fascination of seeing a former child star do nasty things. For now, I believe the model star of the future is the loathsome Kim Kardashian. Because, in reality, the reality star is famous for doing nothing except purposely leaking a home-made sex video. She is the quintessential millennial personality: worthy of praise for simply being. As a result, she has become the most famous woman on earth because she has pushed the motion of contemporary pop-culture to its only inevitable summit: hard-core pornography. This proves the point: it’s not the stars who have become pedestrian, but the audience which demands more from their idols. Consequently, we have become a nation of crass, thrill-seeking, perverted androids – screaming at the suicidal jumper to jump. When they do, we turn away – and look for something new.